Crack, crack

fire-struck joeys are gone, lost, away from their homes

mothers

t e  r r i f i e d

they are covered in ashes and flames

green ants are attacking

finding shelter is hard, but soon there will be none left ...

 

no eucalyptus for them to feed on, it is gone

        trees are crashing

people feel        s i c k

I can hear the cockatoo crying

it is like 

             1, 2, 3, 4 and 5

they all will disappear, the grass is no 

longer

              g r e e n

all leaves are

             brown

and all I can hear are sirens

            I have got no hope left...